love alive
alive
dieing daily
somewhere in the midsts
of heaven and hell
close to the ether
weary legs run the crescendo
chops of sticcato(sp?)
press against the floors
of forever
footfalls rush against
the endless lines
destiny and no signs of termini
all at once with no angles
in every direction
this damnable flesh
cursed in the crush of desire
writhing within the taint
surely love is pure
yet the heart is desparately wicked at best
this damnable selection of steps
divinely directed
somewhere close to the ether
in the midst of heaven and hell
writhing for redemption
burning for salvation...